…reality is the make-believe of the majority that can only thrive in conformity.

We still need to give our best to life even if we do not understand the purpose of our existence on earth.

With true love, you can move mountains, make unusual sacrifices, live a life of deprivations and still be happy.

Never allow yourself to be sapped of your extraordinary energy that is the necessary ingredient for creating something new and progressive.

... People who are the spices of this world are the natural souls with instincts and impulses that have not been pruned by evolution and civilization.

Writers are the most pathetic souls when it comes to expressing their own feelings. Their personalities are as complex as the characters they weave.

Some honest people think it is better to know the ways of the devil without being evil.

The selfish and self-centered have a hard time being kind, even though you and I know that kindness is a source of relief to the soul.

I think preconceived ideas or prejudgments are meant to give us an edge whenever we are dealing with others we don’t know or haven’t made the effort to understand.

Perhaps fate has a way of turning things around and making something good out of the action of someone who failed humanity without meaning to.

The scrupulous survivors in life are the best counterweight to unscrupulous survivors.

As the saying goes, it takes all kinds to make the world go around, though perhaps some shouldn't go quite so far around it as others.

We humans, though troubled and warlike, are also the dreams, thinkers, and explorers inhabiting one achingly beautiful planet, yearning for the sublime, and capable of the magnificent.

When I was in high school, I ran hurdles, but I was really short, so I'd barely clear them. I was pretty quick, but I had little legs, so I had to take 50 steps in between each hurdle.

When you take the elevator to the top, please remember to send it back down so someone else might use it.

So not even death can stop my mother from seeking the annihilation of her own flesh and blood.

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

Receiving a new truth is like adding a new sense.

Friends--or lovers--are not always available to each other. Inner turmoils can cause us to be unhearing when someone needs us, to need to receive understanding when we should be giving understanding.

Believers should be more concerned for God's opinion of them than for what human opponents might do to their bodies.

Power rises to the top like cream and dominates the weak with cruelty disguised as -- and often even believed to be -- benevolence.